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Phil and Carl stiffened and crawled backward, moving out of the spot under the house, readying to respond to an attack.

The woman stepped out and held out her phone, the sun hitting her face and catching the dark-red highlights in her light-brown hair. She looked to be in her forties, and she wore the standard long cotton dress that witches favored.

“Callie, I can vouch for Prue.” Dina’s voice came from the phone. If I hadn’t been a shifter, I wouldn’t have been able to hear. “She’s a friend.”

The tension in my shoulders released, and my head hung. “Thank gods.” I then linked to everyone here, The witches aren’t a threat. They’re here to heal us.

Carl lowered his weapon and glanced at me. He smiled and patted my arm while he linked, You did good.

I snorted. Not sure I’d go that far. I just wasted about ten minutes when they could’ve been healing Bodey and the rest of us. I tended not to be cautious enough when there was a threat and overly cautious when we weren’t at risk. Would I eve